My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 34

Qiu Miaoran was lost in thought, pondering life’s mysteries, her mind completely occupied with why Ji Jiayu had acted that way…

Startled, she got up to open the door, her thoughts drifting far away. Qiu Miaoran didn’t even realize what she was doing.

Just as she moved, someone outside the office pushed the door open, and the door hit Qiu Miaoran’s forehead with a loud bang.

Outside, Assistant Li froze for a moment, then looked stunned, before finally realizing—he had accidentally hit his boss’s head with the door, and made such a loud noise!

He panicked, face pale: “Qiu… Qiu Zong…”

Qiu Miaoran raised a hand to her forehead, softly making a hiss sound. She pressed the spot where the door had hit, a patch of redness forming, slightly swollen.

Fortunately, she wasn’t wearing her glasses today, or the frame would have crashed to the ground.

Assistant Li’s voice trembled as he asked, shoulders shivering unconsciously, “Qiu Zong, didn’t you ask me to come over? Why did you stand up?”

“Are you okay? Does it hurt? I’ll get an ice pack for you…”

A few minutes later, Li brought over an ice pack delivered by the secretary Xiao Zhang from the documentation department.

“Qiu Zong, what did you want to see me about?”

“It’s about the urban construction project with Tongda Jiantou. Another problem?”

Qiu Miaoran held the ice pack against her forehead, Ji Jiayu’s old phone on the desk, and with her other hand, she turned off the phone screen. “No… it’s a personal matter. Sit down first.”

“Okay…” Li pulled out a chair, secretly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and sat across from her.

Qiu Miaoran slightly lowered her head, her phoenix-like eyes fixed on the black screen of the phone. “A friend asked me a strange question before. She asked—if a girl posts small updates about her life in her social media Moments every day… do you think that girl likes her?”

“Maybe. If she sets it to ‘visible to only one person,’ my wife’s novels often have that. These private posts are usually meant to ‘bait’ someone.”

“Bait?” Qiu Miaoran looked slightly puzzled.

“It means she likes you but doesn’t want to say it directly,” Li continued, using his typical quirky analogy. “It’s like a client wanting to collaborate—constantly handing you business cards, showing off their project without outright asking you to invest.”

Ah… so Ji Jiayu was trying to ‘bait’ me…

“And if it’s visible only to herself?” Qiu Miaoran asked, continuing. “Those posts no one else can see?”

“Oh, that’s venting,” Li said, pausing before continuing. “It’s usually to complain about people she dislikes. But maybe… girls are shy. If she quietly posts things about you, it means she cares.”

Qiu Miaoran lowered her head slightly, stray hair falling over her forehead, hiding the gleam in her eyes that was gradually brightening.

—Ah, Ji Jiayu posts small updates about me in her Moments every day…

—She really cares about me…

“Assistant Li, Ji Jiayu left,” Qiu Miaoran suddenly asked.

“Huh? Ji Xiaojie left?” Li hadn’t noticed—there were too many projects in the company lately, he was too busy…

Li cautiously asked, “Did she go home, on vacation, or… break up with you?”

Break… up?!

Qiu Miaoran lifted her chin slightly, coldly staring at Li across the desk, her eyes narrowing under the light that cast pale shadows over her brow. “What breakup?”

“She just went out by herself. She’ll come back. I didn’t agree—how could she break up on her own?!”

Qiu Miaoran put down Ji Jiayu’s old phone, her fingers lightly tapping the desk.

“She’s young. It’s normal for young girls to want to have fun,” she murmured.

“Get someone to track her previous routes—not just trains and flights, also check road surveillance in Jing City. Find out where Ji Jiayu went.”

“And also give me her agent’s phone number.”

Li called Qiushui Entertainment, and a few minutes later sent the number to Qiu Miaoran.

Qiu Miaoran quickly added the agent, Rong Jie, to her contacts.

[Qiu Miaoran]: Hello.

Rong Jie, nervous, quickly replied:

[Zhou Xiaorong]: Qiu Zong?

[Zhou Xiaorong]: May I ask why you’re looking for her?

Ji Jiayu was Qiu Miaoran’s secret lover, and Rong Jie obviously had no idea.

At that moment, Qiu Miaoran was so angry that Ji Jiayu had run off that she temporarily forgot that she had asked Ji Jiayu to keep their relationship secret.

Fine, let it be public~

If Ji Jiayu wanted to leverage this, the entire Qiushui Venture Capital would be her support.

[Qiu Miaoran]: She’s my girlfriend. Isn’t it normal for me to look for her?

Rong Jie, sitting in the office, hands trembling, couldn’t believe that the mysterious, elusive girlfriend Ji Jiayu had mentioned long ago was actually Qiu Zong.

This Qiu Zong is terrifying—one message, and such a huge bombshell.

—The already-engaged venture capital CEO secretly dating a young actress?!

[Zhou Xiaorong]: Ah… so you’re dating Jiayu~

Qiu Miaoran’s lips curled slightly at the word “dating,” feeling a strange satisfaction. Those two words seemed to confirm their romantic relationship.

—This is the feeling of making a relationship public? So good!

To let the whole world know, Ji Jiayu is mine—it feels even better…

[Qiu Miaoran]: Yes. Where is my girlfriend? Call her immediately if you have contact.

[Zhou Xiaorong]: Qiu Zong, Jiayu just finished promoting a new drama. She applied for annual leave with the company. I’m not sure where she is…

[Qiu Miaoran]: Oh.

[Zhou Xiaorong]: Also, a small suggestion: you’d better not make this public.

Rong Jie’s fingers trembled, fearing Qiu Zong would be unhappy and might fire her instantly.

But as a professional agent, she gave sincere advice:

[Zhou Xiaorong]: Jiayu’s new drama just premiered. She’s at a critical stage in her career. You shouldn’t release such explosive news now.

Qiu Miaoran’s smile faded, a tightness in her chest, a slight suffocating feeling.

She couldn’t reveal that Jiayu belonged to her, that she was her girl, her girlfriend…

She was unwilling.

Could this be… regret?

She didn’t want to be just the woman behind Jiayu…

When did she start caring so much about Jiayu?

Meanwhile, Lin Qiaoxuan tightly held her phone. “Okay, Mom, I’ll go to the airport this afternoon to pick you up.”

“Do we need to bring sister too?”

“Ah, okay. I’ll go home, get sister, and then we’ll go together.”

Lin Qiaoxuan was in the office of the general manager of Tongda Jiantou.

She had returned from studying abroad, assigned as a regular intern in the strategic investment department by Lin Wan, at the request of Director Wu, to submit some materials.

The general manager had gone to a meeting. Lin Qiaoxuan placed the materials on his desk and, by habit, sat down in his chair, fingers gently caressing the armrest.

—This seat was originally reserved for Lin Wan…

But unfortunately, Jiayu had returned.

She sat in the chair for two minutes, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, black eyelashes sweeping down, looking out at the city—

This was the tallest office building in South City, on the 34th floor of Tongda Tower. From her position, the view was perfect, overlooking the entire CBD Zhujiang New District, the whole of South City, in sight.

Forty minutes later.

Lin Qiaoxuan arrived at the Shadao villa area in South City, Lin residence.

Click, she opened the door, calling into the living room:

“Sis, are you here?”

“Do you have plans this afternoon? Want to go pick up Mom together?”

No one answered.

Lin Qiaoxuan frowned slightly, changed shoes, walked around the first floor—no one in sight.

“Where’s Housekeeper Wang?” she murmured, walking upstairs to Jiayu’s room, knocking:

“Boom boom—Sis, are you here?”

Still no response.

“Strange,” she muttered, going back to the living room.

Near the open kitchen, there seemed to be something on the dining table.

Lin Qiaoxuan walked over and looked—a bottle of chocolate milk, two egg tarts, and a beef sandwich…

The sandwich had a note on it.

She picked it up, reading coldly:

[Housekeeper Wang: I won’t be home at noon. Milk must be poured into a cup before heating in the microwave!]

The handwriting wasn’t particularly elegant, but neat, like a child’s printed characters.

Who wants to eat this sugar-overload junk?!

Lin Qiaoxuan lifted the sandwich, pinching a corner of the bag, about to throw it away—but a delicious aroma hit her nose.

Her craving immediately stirred.

Could it be… Jiayu didn’t try to harm me secretly?

That doesn’t fit the typical rich-family feud storyline!

“Check Jiayu’s favorability and hostility towards me.”

[System]: Monitoring failed. Jiayu is not your target.

[System]: Note: In the original story, she’s already in prison.

[System]: She’s aware and has altered her infatuated persona, deviating from the original storyline. It’s suggested you strike first to remove her…

[System]: For you, she is the greatest risk.

She is the greatest risk.

Interesting… very interesting.

Lin Qiaoxuan, outwardly polite, was ambitious.

Like Qiu Miaoran, a wealthy heir, but she preferred speculative actions, pure risk-taker tendencies.

She enjoyed treating potential threats as prey, relishing the supreme thrill of tearing them apart.

For example, this suddenly returning true heiress—Jiayu—was an unprecedented challenge.

Growl~ Her stomach grumbled. Nearly noon.

“Ah well, Housekeeper Wang isn’t home. Nothing good to eat…”

So she reluctantly ate the food Jiayu left.

Lin Qiaoxuan poured the chocolate milk into a cup, microwaved it with the beef sandwich and egg tarts.

Steam and aroma wafted from the microwave—bread, cheese, chocolate…

Mmm… delicious.

She bit the sandwich, the meat, bread, and egg mixing together—salty, flavorful, satisfying.

—No truffle, and ordinary bread tastes this good~

After finishing the sandwich, she picked up a brown sugar egg tart. Crunch! The crisp crust, creamy interior, and smooth filling delighted her.

A faint click—the door opened.

Jiayu had changed shoes and, noticing Lin Qiaoxuan in the living room enjoying her food, asked casually,

“How’s it? Does little sister like it?”

Lin Qiaoxuan swallowed slowly, voice muffled, “Pretty… pretty good…”

Coincidentally, the TV was playing a popular idol drama—“Why the Bright Moon Shines Over the Drain”.

“I was never anyone’s shadow!”

Jiayu’s voice came from the TV.

Seeing her own image, Jiayu glanced at the TV, lips curling slightly, smiling:

“Didn’t expect… you like historical idol dramas too?”

Lin Qiaoxuan’s chewing froze.

It felt as if an invisible hand had slapped her face.

She took a sip of milk, wiped her lips with a tissue, dimples showing, small sharp teeth visible. “Yes, sis, your acting is great.”

“The lead in this drama is shameless. If it were me, I’d never let anyone be your double. I’d take you and make everyone your double.”

Lin Qiaoxuan smiled, eyes clear, innocent, as if speaking a childlike joke.

Jiayu chuckled softly: “Little sister, you sure know how to joke.”

Lin Qiaoxuan threw the small boxes into the trash, stood, and asked:

“Not on vacation? Why were you out today, sis?”

“Went to meet a college classmate. Morning appointment. Why?”

Jiayu had gone to meet her college friend, Chen Mo.

“Nothing, Mom will arrive this afternoon. Are you going to pick her up with me?”

Jiayu nodded: “Of course. I’ll pick her up too.”

Meanwhile, Assistant Li asked, “Qiu Zong, should we go to Tongda Group first?”

“Mm, not urgent. Can stay in South City for a couple more days,” Qiu Miaoran replied, glancing at a middle-aged man in a suit. “Manager Wang, you and Assistant Li handle the details with Tongda Group.”

“Qiu Zong, aren’t you going?”

“Some personal matters,” she shook her head. “I’ll visit Zhujiang New District tomorrow.”

“Understood.”

They nodded, left for a ride-sharing car downstairs.

Qiu Miaoran walked to the airport arrival hall, opened a chat with a private detective, who sent a coordinate.

On the map: a villa area in Shadao, South City. It seemed to be Jiayu’s current residence…

She looked up and saw a familiar figure outside—Ji Chen?

Why was her aunt in South City?

Just as Qiu Miaoran was about to approach, a girl with a mask ran toward Ji Chen, skirt fluttering, and jumped into Ji Chen’s arms.

“Sis… I missed you so much.”

The girl’s voice was very familiar.

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